I clapped a hand over his mouth, mufflinghim.
“Needs,” I insisted. His laughter vibrated against my hand. “Which must befilled.”
I pushed him back across the space towards an ancient sofa covered by a drop cloth and then gave him one final push, so he was sitting down. “I amfine,” I vowed. “Never in the whole history of the world has a man been finer thanme.”
Those wicked blue eyes danced up at me. “Well, that’s for damn sure,” Silas said softly, and I felt myselfblush.
He took my hand and turned it over, like he was inspecting my arm for soundness. Besides being a shade paler than the rest of my skin, thanks to the cast I’d just gotten off, it looked exactly the same as ever to me, but Silas frowned like he was seeing inside the skin, to the hairline fracture that had now healed… to what had very nearly happened out in the woods with ShaneGoode.
He drew me forward an inch until I stood between his legs, and his eyes locked on mine. “Do you have any idea how important you are to me?” he asked, pressing a kiss to mypalm.
I nodded. I did know. It was there in everything he said and did, in the way he pushed and the way he waited, in the way he’d never given up on me even when I’d made it nearly impossible to keep thefaith.
“I’m guessing it’s about as important as you are to me,” I said. I planted one knee on the sofa beside him and swung the other over to straddle him. I took his face in my hands and bent my head to kiss the tiny scar near his mouth. “Trust me, Silas. I amokay.”
He blinked once, slowly, like he was absorbing this. I bent down and traced my tongue over his lips, then pulledback.
As I watched, his eyes kindled and his chest expanded. He coasted his palms up the arms of my t-shirt to my neck. Then he leaned deeper into the back of the sofa and pulled me againsthim.
Yes. Justyes.
I kissed him for all I wasworth.
One of his hands came down to push up the back of my shirt, tracking the planes of my back, skin-on-skin. Impatient for more, I reached down and pulled it over my head, dropping it on the sofa, then I grabbed the hem of Silas’s shirt and did the samemaneuver.
“Slow down,” he reminded me. “We have as long as wewant.”
And he was right. He was right. But I didn’t want to wait anothersecond.
I slid a tiny bit closer so we were chest to chest. The heat of his skin in the chill of the room hardened my nipples, and when Silas kissed me this time, he was obviously as impatient as I was. His hands moved in broad circles across my back, one caressing my shoulder and one moving much lower, making wider and wider circles near my waist, pushing my sweatpants down an inch more everytime.
“Kneel up,” he instructed, and Icomplied.
He pushed my pants down until the band was tight around my thighs and my half-hard cock made contact with his bare stomach.Holyhell.
He grinned as he gripped tight and strokedme.
“You like this? I know you do. And I know what else you like.” He sank down into the cushions, watching me the wholetime.
I was so dazed by him that it took me way too long to get what he was doing, but once I did I shook my head and grabbed him by the hair, yanking him back up. “Not this,” I told him. “Nottoday.”
He raised one eyebrow at me and… I mean, okay, yes, fair enough. I had never refused a blow job before. But I wanted more. I wanted to show him that I was ready formore.
I reached into the pocket of my sweatpants and took out a small bottle of lube and a condom. “More prizes,” I saidhoarsely.
His gaze narrowed, butoh, did they get hot. Hotter than I’d ever seen them. His hands slid around to squeeze my ass. “I do loveprizes.”
“Thank God,” I breathed, and the manlaughed.
“So impatient,” he chided, but he lifted his hips to rub his fabric-covered cock against mine, and I moaned, knowing he was every bit as excited as Iwas.
I undulated against him again and again, his cock rubbing against the cleft of my ass, my cock flush against his smooth stomach, while we stared at each other, our breathmingling.
This part wasn’t new — we’d done it before. But never since we’d acknowledged what we were to each other. Never without the fear that had been holding us back. And without those barriers, the connection I’d felt to Silas from the first second I’d seen him on the damn road — that unquenchable spark that had opened me to love again when I’d been determined to cut myself off, the bond that had let the most commitment-cautious person in all the land finally feel safe enough tofall— was like a living thing betweenus.
My joy was his joy. My pain was hispain.
And, uh… apparently my impatience was hisimpatience.
